Which Doctor Who companion should I draw next?Write in the comments down below which (female) Doctor Who companion you think I should draw next! (... or "like" the photo of one of the companions on my FB page https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1462532174041187.1073741854.1442304292730642&type=3 )Which Doctor Who companion should I draw next? by GabrielleCarlson
The Doctor's (female) Companions:
Doctor Who: Answering questions on 'Hell Bent'Whovians, indulge me. There shall be fic. But for now, it’s time for (over)analysis, rambling, and most importantly, answering random questions that have been asked about the Series 9 finale. I can’t resist, sorry. Prepare to be either bored or enlightened.Doctor Who: Answering questions on 'Hell Bent' by BasiliskRules
Let’s divide this in parts; yes, this thing will be a little fragmented/list-like. And long:
Why does the Doctor “confess” at the end of Heaven Sent?
(Okay, this is about something that happens in the previous episode; but it also affects this episode enormously, so I’m putting it here).
Some people wondered about this when the episode first aired (those who weren’t reduced to an incoherent pile of squeeing by its indescribable awesomeness): why endure billions of years of repeated torture and death and as soon as you escape the trap, reveal exactly the secret you were protecting with a high chance of being heard?
Doctor Who: Phoenix Unbound“The only difference between past and present is semantics. Lives, lived, will live. Dies, died, will die. If we could perceive time as it truly was, what reason would grammar professors have to get out of bed?”Doctor Who: Phoenix Unbound by BasiliskRules
He has just enough time to register a bright, blinding light and a thunderous sound like iron wheels turning. Then he fully materialises, coughing and struggling to breathe behind the glass.
He opens the door carefully and steps out, closing it behind him.
There’s no one else to follow him, someone always follows him when he steps through a door, and that brings back the memory, the grief, the impotent fury.
“If you think because she is dead, I am weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her, and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all.”
The last grains of sand trickle through his fingers, seconds in the hourglass of Time.
“So, for your own sake, understand this. I
Meeting you again - Twelve-x-Rose.Meeting you again - Twelve-x-Rose. by Laurenthebumblebee
"I'm sorry... for your loss" The Doctor began, his accent beaming through the seams. He trembled but at the same time felt nothing. His hearts beated but, it didn't feel real. Usually, he remembered his hearts thumping. But, now. There was nothing. He stared onwards at the young woman he had known, yet she was more like a little girl. Everything seemed so small to him.
A bit like a foetus but yet... not so much, that was rude Doctor. Shut up..
The Doctors sense of humour and mind had become cold since he regenerated. And he didn't want to give himself away to hurt her again. He had gotten old now. He wanted to tur
Do you need me? - a whouffle storyThe Doctor found Clara curled up in one of the console room chairs, close to what counted as midnight in the TARDIS. She was wearing a dressing gown and her feet were bare, and the shadows under her eyes told him that she hadn't been able to sleep for some time. She looked tired and downcast, her eyes clouded with worry and sadness.Do you need me? - a whouffle story by Clair-Oswin-Oswald
"Clara," the Doctor said quietly. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I can't sleep."
"Why?" he asked, moving across the room to stand beside her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied hastily. "Why would something be wrong?"
Clara sighed. She couldn't get anything past him.
"It's silly," she started quietly. The Doctor inclined his head and raised an eyebrow, indicating that she should continue.
"It's just that, well, I can't stop thinking about - I mean, I'm trying to figure out whether or not... I'm important. To you."
She deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, feeling a hot blush rise in her cheeks. It was such a silly little thing, but she co
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